Kota carefully arranged the English shortbread, the whipped cream and marshmallow cupcakes, and the last of the chocolate-dipped strawberries on a silver serving tray.
The main dining room had been transformed, the long table draped in a deep red tablecloth.The chandelier overhead had been dimmed to a soft, romantic glow.
Everything was perfect.
Or at least, as perfect as it could be with half the household still recovering from the flu and the other half frantically trying to keep the surprise a secret.
He waited at the bottom of the grand staircase, his hands clasped behind his back, his heart pounding in his chest.
He had been planning this for days, coordinating with Elliot and Camilo and even Beckett, and now the moment was finally here.
His two beautiful boyfriends were about to walk down those stairs, and Kota was going to give them the best Valentine’s Day of their lives.
About a minute later, Camilo came rushing down the stairs, his clipboard clutched to his chest, his expression frantic.
“They’re coming!
They’re coming right now!
Get ready!” He skidded to a halt beside Kota, straightening his apron and smoothing down his hair.
“Dios mío, this better work.
I didn’t spend six hours decorating this stupid house for nothing.”
Kota took a deep breath and straightened his posture.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs, soft and careful.
And then they appeared.
Kota’s breath caught in his throat.
His heart stopped.
His brain short-circuited completely.
Theo descended first, and he was absolutely breathtaking.
He wore a frilled white dress that fell just above his knees, the fabric delicate and flowing, with a plunging boob window that showed off the smooth expanse of his chest.
Emerald earrings dangled from his ears, catching the candlelight and scattering it like green fire.
His lips were glossy, pink and plump, and his hair was styled in soft waves that framed his face perfectly.
But the most striking thing was the pants.
The hottest pair of suit pants Kota had ever seen, tailored to fit his massive ass like a second skin, the fabric hugging every dramatic curve and stretching taut over the shelf of his backside.
Beside him, Sebastian was a vision of a different kind.
He wore a nice knitted burgundy sweater that made his skin look warm and inviting, the sleeves slightly too long and falling over his wrists in a way that was unfairly adorable.
His hair, for once, wasn’t slicked back with an insane amount of gel.
It fell in soft, natural waves around his face, making him look younger and softer and infinitely more approachable.
He had swapped his usual wire-rimmed glasses for a pair of rounder frames that made his eyes look huge and expressive.
And his tight suit pants hugged his curves in all the right places, showing off the swell of his hips and the fullness of his ass.
They were holding hands.
Actually holding hands, their fingers intertwined like it was the most natural thing in the world.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped in front of Kota, both of them looking up at him with matching expressions of nervous excitement.
“So?” Theo asked, his voice soft and breathy.
He did a slow, deliberate 360-degree spin, the frilled skirt of his dress flaring out slightly as he moved, giving Kota a full view of every angle.
“How do we look?
I picked out the dress myself.
Elliot said it was too much, but I told him you’d appreciate it.”
Sebastian adjusted his glasses and did a smaller, more hesitant turn, his cheeks already flushing pink.
“I, um, I borrowed the sweater from Beckett’s closet.
He has surprisingly good taste for someone who dresses like a Victorian ghost most of the time.
And I thought the rounder glasses would make me look more…
approachable.
Do I look approachable?
Is it working?”
Kota was practically drooling.
His mouth had gone dry, his hands were twitching at his sides, and his cock was already stirring in his pants.
He looked from Theo to Sebastian, then back again, taking in the soft fabric and the exposed skin and the way the candlelight played across their features.
He had never seen two more beautiful people in his entire life.
“Guys,” he said, his voice coming out rough and slightly strangled.
“I don’t think I can hold off on getting my hands on you till nighttime.”
Theo’s face split into a radiant smile.
Sebastian’s blush deepened to a shade of crimson that matched his sweater.
They exchanged a quick, excited glance, and then they both surged forward at the same time, crashing into Kota and pressing their lips against his from both sides.
It was messy and uncoordinated, three mouths trying to find each other in the dim candlelight.
Theo’s glossy lips pressed against Kota’s mouth, tasting like strawberries and lip gloss.
Sebastian’s mouth found the corner of Kota’s jaw, warm and eager and slightly clumsy.
Kota wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them close, one hand sliding down to grip Theo’s magnificent ass through those impossibly tight suit pants, the other tangling in the soft wool of Sebastian’s sweater.
They kissed and kissed, hands roaming, bodies pressing together, the Valentine’s decorations forgotten around them.
The candles flickered, the rose petals lay scattered across the floor, and the three of them stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, completely lost in each other.
Camilo watched from a few feet away, his arms crossed, his expression caught between exasperation and reluctant fondness.
He let out a long, dramatic sigh and muttered under his breath in rapid Spanish.
“Estos malditos calenturientos…
míralos, no pueden esperar ni cinco minutos.
Todo el día preparando esta fiesta para que al final se coman entre ellos en vez de la comida.
Pero al menos se ven felices, aunque me den ganas de vomitar con tanto amor empalagoso.”